Chapter 117: Mutated Martial Souls
"Not only has my spirit power increased—my Martial Soul has changed too." Tang San summoned his Blue Silver Grass, staring at the faint crimson patterns that now streaked across its surface.
"Blue Silver Bind!" he commanded, and strands of Blue Silver Grass shot out, wrapping around a nearby tree.
The blood-lined vines shimmered with a red, wicked glow, and the moment they touched the bark, the trunk hissed and began to corrode as if it were being burned alive.
"This is… an evil attribute?" Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in shock.
"Evil attribute?" Tang San asked in confusion.
"The evil attribute is a higher form of darkness," Yu Xiaogang explained solemnly. "It carries overwhelming corruptive and eroding power. Any spirit master whose Martial Soul gains this attribute instantly becomes much stronger."
Tang San looked down at the crimson-sealed vines in awe. "Teacher, are you saying my Blue Silver Grass gained the evil attribute?"
"Yes," Yu Xiaogang said, nodding quickly. "But it's only a trace—the result of our sacrifice just now. The Primordial God granted it to you."
"What if we keep performing the ritual? Could it strengthen this attribute further?" Tang San asked, breath quickening.
"In theory, yes," Yu Xiaogang said, excitement flashing in his eyes. He turned and summoned his Luo Sanpao.
It too bore faint red markings exactly like the Blue Silver Grass—proof that it too had absorbed the evil essence.
"Explosion like rolling thunder! Heaven-shaking roar! Luo Sanpao!"
With a loud bang, the creature spun around and released a red-tinged blast toward a patch of undergrowth.
Boom!
A crimson shockwave burst forth, scattering the vegetation; black smoke curled from the ground where the energy had struck, corroding the plants into withered ash.
Yu Xiaogang's lips curled into a grin. Luo Sanpao had gained the evil attribute as well.
When he felt no harm to his own body afterward, his delight grew even stronger.
The Primordial God's blessing didn't damage him—unlike the old Mandala Snake ring's venomous side effects.
"Teacher, your Luo Sanpao has changed too," Tang San said, eyes gleaming.
"Yes," Yu Xiaogang replied, smiling faintly. "Now you see, the power of the Primordial God is undeniable."
He quickly grew serious again. "But remember, Xiao San—no one can know of the Primordial God or the Blood Demon Ritual. Not ever."
Tang San met his gaze and nodded solemnly. He understood. Their new path—sacrificing blood and flesh for strength—was a forbidden one.
"I understand, Teacher."
"Good. And also, don't perform the ritual lightly," Yu Xiaogang continued. "From what I've learned, more power requires more—and stronger—bodies."
"The last time I performed it, I only used a few corpses, which barely increased my spirit power. To further strengthen our Martial Souls' attributes, we'll need corpses of higher quality."
Behind them, hidden deep in the trees, a crow observed the entire scene.
Through it, every word of their conversation reached Luo Ling, still in Shrek Academy.
Listening silently, his brows furrowed in deep thought.
So it was true—his Martial Soul's recent anomaly was connected to Yu Xiaogang's sacrificial ritual. But those two had invoked a being called the Primordial God.
His expression darkened. Both the Evil God and the Rakshasa God had spoken of that existence before.
Could it be that his own Martial Soul truly derived from that same source—and that the "god test" he had received came from the Primordial God itself?
Spread the faith. Obtain one hundred thousand followers of the Primordial Faith.
An immense trial indeed.
But as he pondered the task, inspiration flashed through his mind.
If common soul masters could use the Blood Demon Ritual to sacrifice in exchange for power, then establishing a religion around it would be simple.
He only needed to spread the ritual. Sooner or later, greed and desire for strength would lure countless fools into becoming followers of the Primordial God.
Luo Ling's lips curved upward. He was certain no mortal could resist such temptation.
It required nothing but corpses—and beast bodies would work just as well. Every day, countless spirit beasts died.
A dark, ambitious plan began to take shape in his mind—the birth of a new cult.
For now, only Yu Xiaogang and Tang San knew of the ritual. Which meant, technically, they were already the first believers.
Excellent.
Using Yu Xiaogang to expand the faith was perfect. And behind him stood the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—an entire powerhouse family waiting to be tainted.
Then there was Tang San, backed by Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect.
One hundred thousand followers suddenly didn't sound too difficult.
Luo Ling leaned back, gazing at the glowing full moon above, a pleased smile playing on his lips.
…
At dawn, Director Ao arrived at the cemetery with a group of workers.
Today, they were supposed to burn the corpses before decomposition spread disease.
But when they arrived, the entire field was empty.
The piles of bodies that had filled the site the previous night—gone, without a trace of blood left behind.
"Where… where are the corpses?!" Director Ao shouted, frozen in disbelief.
"The bodies, Chief Ao—where are they?" one of the workers asked, frowning.
"I… I must've remembered wrong," the director stammered after a long pause, his face stiff. "Seems like we handled them yesterday already. Yes—must've been that. Apologies, everyone."
The workers exchanged puzzled glances but said nothing.
After all, Director Ao was still a Soul Emperor—the powerful head of the Great Spirit Arena. Best not to irritate him.
Muttering among themselves, they left one by one until only the director remained, staring around the graveyard.
He could sense it—the corpses had been stolen.
Considering the victims had all been spirit masters, he felt little surprise. Some evil practitioners were known to refine the remains of spirit masters to increase their strength.
The bodies had simply been valuable resources to someone else.
Shaking his head with a shrug, Director Ao let out a sigh.
At least this way, he wouldn't have to pay to dispose of them.
Smiling faintly at the unexpected convenience, he took one last look at the now-empty graveyard and strolled away humming a tune.
(END CHAPTER)
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